Lahat ng Kabanata ng TWISTED AFFAIR: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

ASHLEY'S POV Ever since word spread that I'm dating Micheal—and that he invested in my company again—my phone hasn’t stopped ringing. I've got emails, calls, and messages from companies that used to turn their backs on me. Suddenly, everyone wants to collaborate, to “revisit partnership opportunities.” The irony is laughable. Two years ago, none of them wanted to risk being associated with me. Now they can't wait to get a meeting.Thank goodness I decided to come to the office today. Otherwise, poor Lisa would’ve had a hell of a day handling all this chaos alone.At this moment, I'm seated across from Mr. Lucas from Preston company. He's one of the many people here today with a proposal. I'm trying to listen, I really am, but the confidence in his tone doesn't match the quality of his work.“Miss West,” he says, sliding another document toward me. “If you look closely at the revenue projection, you’ll notice….”I cut him off gently. “Mr Lucas, I've gone through your proposal. I can s

ASHLEY'S POV I tried—God knows I really did—but the soft growling in my stomach wouldn’t stop. I pressed my palm against it, whispering like it could hear me. “Please don't do this now.”But apparently, my stomach didn't care that it was 3 a.m or that I cuddled up in bed with the love of my life.Micheal was sleeping peacefully with one arm draped lazily across my waist, his warmth seeping through the thin sheet. For a minute, I just watched him. The slow rise and fall of his chest. The faint shadow of stubble on his jaw.The kind of peace you’d be scared to disturb.Still, I had to do something about my empty stomach.I carefully lifted his arm, holding my breath as I slipped away. The sheet rustled slightly, but he didn't move. Perfect.I tiptoed across the room and grabbed one of his oversized shirts—because who wears pants at 3 a.m. Then I walked barefooted down the stairs.The kitchen was quiet, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of the fridge light as I opened it. I peeked insi

MICHEAL'S POV The moment we slid into the car, Ashley had been clinging to me like she couldn't get close enough. Her lips brushed my neck, her breath hot against my skin, her hands roaming all over my body. I didn't need words to know what she wanted—every touch, every sigh, every glance said it all.If I'd known that proposing to her would get her this horny and needy, I'd have done it months ago.She sat on my lap now, her eyes sparkling with the same fire that's been driving me insane since the first day I met her. She kept grinding on my cock to feel my hard on through my pants. I gripped her waist, feeling her heartbeat racing against mine. “Baby…” I whispered against her ear. But before I could finish. She kissed me—slow and deep, like she was trying to memorize every inch of me.Her lips moved with an ache, a need for me.I cupped her face, breathing her in. The world outside blurred away. And all I could think about was how she fit perfectly in my arms, how her scent linger

MICHEAL'S POV What could she possibly be doing in the bathroom for this long? I sat at the edge of the bed, running my hand through my hair and glancing at the closed door again. She'd been in there for nearly half an hour, and the only sound I heard was running water and an occasional soft sigh. Could she be throwing up? Probably the morning sickness had been hitting her again, and it tore at me that there was nothing I could do to make it easier.I was just about to walk over and check when the bathroom door opened—and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Ashley stepped out, her hair damp and loose over her shoulders, her skin glowing under the light, and she was wearing that….A red lingerie set that barely covered her body. The silk straps clung to her curves like sin itself, and the lace left nothing to the imagination.My throat went dry.She looked at me through her lashes, her eyes dark with lust and hunger, her lips parted just enough to make my dick hard.“Do you like wh

ASHLEY'S POV It's been two months.Two months since Micheal and I went public, since the world finally saw what we already knew—that we were in this together no matter what anyone said. And God, people have talked. My name has been dragged across gossip blogs, news outlets, and comments sections filled with people who don't even know me. But they still keep judging me.But honestly, I don't care.All I smell and see is jealousy. Because deep down, I know if they were in my shoes—if they have what I have—they wouldn't think twice before dating a man like Micheal Kingston. A man who's powerful, protective, a little possessive, and hopelessly in love with me.Right now though, none of that noise matters.The morning sunlight spills into our bedroom, warming my skin as I lay lazily beside him. His hand rests over my stomach, his fingers tracing soft circles that make my heart melt every single time. I turn slightly, watching the way his lashes fan against his skin, how his chest rises a